Write dammit…ideas many, 1st full-length story that I have been working on for years, just doesn’t want to find itself.  It’s gotta be easier than this, why did I even think I could write well?

My English teachers, Mr. Smith and Miss Ross/Cowan…saw I had a way with words.  When I went to rehab in 1992, I had to write an essay about my journey to where I was and how I got there. My counselor, told me that I should write an autobiography, because she loved my story.

I feel as if I am letting them down.

I am often told I should be writing for a newspaper column, or magazines. Someplace where I could get paid for these words inside my head.   It’s getting those words out of my head…and written down.

But how?